A Monk, A Train & A Giant Breast

October 1, 2008 at 11:02 pm (Adventures)

I’m taking a train trip on Friday, a 26 hour journey to Manhattan to deliver a giant breast created by an ex-monk to a gallery in the Bowery. If life has a theme, this week it might be Tom Robbin’s novel Skinny Legs and All.

It’s the story of a newlywed couple traveling across the country in a car that was transformed to look like a giant roasted turkey. Full of strange characters, including a Can o’ Beans, Dirty Sock, Spoon, Painted Stick and Conch Shell that were awakened by the chantings for Jezebel, there seems to be a great similarity to what this week will entail.

The Monk is a phenomenal artist, his work filled with spiritual images done in graphite and oil glazes.

We talked yesterday and were discussing the piece. Today when he went to ship it, the price was astronomical, over $1000. We spent the day trying to find a reasonable way to ship the piece for it to arrive by Monday. The only option is Amtrak, but it needs to go as checked baggage. So in effect, the breast is the passenger, and I am the cargo.

 And the adventure doesn’t end there. I called a close friend to see if he wanted to spend the day in Manhattan, a day and night of debauchery and mayhem. He can’t, he just got a job in Florida, and is driving his tools down Monday morning. What the heck, there’s my return trip.

Things to pack –

an “Art Book” to be delivered and off my to-do list.

Joseph Campbell’s Masks Of God – Primitive Mythology

No phone, no Ipod, no communication devices. It’s my first long train ride, so I am looking forward to inventive ways of keeping boredom at bay.


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